Moon Dog Sun Cat IPA

“The pizza was soaked rapidly. Pineapple juice flowed everywhere: the smell was in my mouth, in my nose, all over my face. But for a while I could still breathe in some small gulps of air. I tried, by contracting my throat, to take in as little pineapple as possible and to resist suffocation by keeping only ham and cheese on my tongue for as long as I could. But I couldn’t hold on for more than a few bites. I had the impression of drowning, and a terrible agony, that of death itself, took possession of me. In spite of myself, all the muscles of my body struggled uselessly to save me from total panic and hysteria.”